Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5 Jason's POV I can't believe they brought me in early for this crap. Melissa, the assistant head prefect, and I were called in to help with the orientation of the first years. There were about 500 new students this year, and we had to spend hours showing them around campus and explaining the rules to them. Melissa was actually really nice—pretty, with dark red hair and sharp as a whip. If only she didn't want to fuck me. "So… the others will be returning soon," she starts. "But for now, we're all alone." She smiles suggestively at me. We're in the cafeteria, and the first years have already cleared out, so it really is just us. "If we're going to be working together all year, I think it's best if we keep things professional," I say carefully. I don't want to start this off on a bad foot. She pouts. "You were more fun last year," she says before getting up to leave. I wouldn't be in such a foul mood if Sienna were here. She's coming tomorrow, but it feels too long to wait. Time without her is better off not spent at all. I contemplate whether this year will be different—if she'll finally let us make our relationship open. Sigh. I speak as if we have a relationship. I don't even know what we have, but I really wish it was a relationship. I wish I could touch her freely without fearing I'll chase her away. How can I know someone so thoroughly and yet not know anything about her at the same time? I want to enter her mind and discover everything she's been hiding from me. I'm so in love with Sienna that I can't think straight sometimes. I wonder if she knows how I feel about her. I know she loves me—I'm just not sure if she loves me the way I love her. I'm giving myself a headache. I need to stop thinking about her. I don't see her on Sunday, probably because all the other students are also resuming, and the whole place is packed. She most likely skipped dinner to get ahead on tomorrow's class. I would get food for her, but I don't even know her room. I can't help but hope her cottage is close to mine, even though mine is a bit farther from the others. I'm the only one without a roommate. Then Monday comes along, and there she is—absolutely stunning. I make a sound at the back of my throat. That skirt will be the death of me. Barely stopping mid-thigh, and those thigh-highs aren't helping. I can see the garters she's wearing underneath, and so can the entire male student body. Sienna is attractive—anyone with eyes can see that. Legs for days, perfect curves, and let's not even start with her face. She's completely gorgeous. But she's never dated anyone, and the only person she's ever kissed is me. I hate the satisfaction that settles in my chest at the fact that I'm the only man to ever touch her—considering I can't say the same about myself. It's not that I can't control myself, but when every thought starts revolving around fucking Sienna, then I know I need to get laid. Just blow off some steam. All the sexual frustration is weighing on my bones. I decide to call a prefects' meeting. There are exactly thirteen of us. We meet in the room allocated specifically for our duties and plans. When I walk into the room, most of the others are already there, and I take a seat at the desk. I sigh in relief when I see Sienna. After a brief overview of our plans for the semester, I adjourn the meeting. As everyone starts filing out, I call her back. "Miss Jones, please stay back. I want to discuss this year's budget with you." She sends me a small nod, but I can see her lips twitching up. When everyone is gone, I walk to the door and lock it. I lean against it for a second, just to gather my wits, then push her onto the desk I was sitting at. "Do you know what that skirt does to me?" I whisper in her ear. I feel her shiver against me, and my hands tighten on her hips. I nestle my head in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. I've missed this. "I missed you." I don't even register the words leaving my mouth. She pulls me back so she can look into my eyes. "I've missed you too." And just like that, everything is right in the world. Her hands go into my hair, and for a second, I think she's going to kiss me. I can feel her internal struggle, and I mentally urge her to do it—but she just drops her forehead against mine and closes her eyes. I thread my hands through her hair. Soft and silky strands taunt me. I want to wrap it around my fist and pull. My dick starts to stir in my trousers, and I try to pull back, but she holds me tighter. "Sienna," I say, and she wraps her legs around me. She's really testing my control now. "Sienna," I groan. I adjust her so she can feel what she's doing to me, and she gasps. God, could I get any harder than this? Her breathing deepens, and every breath has her chest brushing mine. I try to pull away again, and she grabs my face—then kisses me. Any shock I feel is gone in an instant, and then we're kissing. Really kissing. One hand grips the back of her head, angling her just right, while the other settles at her thigh. I want to slip it higher, but I keep it there. I bite and suck at her lips, and she's moaning and grinding against me. This is escalating really fast, and I don't know how to stop. "More," she gasps between moans. I should really stop. This whole situation is confusing me, and I don't want to leave this place heartbroken. I trail kisses down her neck. "Sienna, we should stop here." She hums something, but I don't think she really hears me. I nip her earlobe. "I just need more. Please, Jason." Did she spend the whole week this sexually frustrated, hoping for release? "…Okay." I'm weak against her. I finally raise my hand higher and feel her soaking panties. I groan into her neck and go back to kissing her. This is the farthest we've ever gone. I rub her clit through her panties, then slip my fingers underneath. "You feel fucking perfect," I groan. I drag my fingers through her wetness before slowly inserting my index finger. She whimpers at the intrusion, then starts fucking herself against my hand. I add another finger, and her moans get louder. "Shh. You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?" She shakes her head, but I can feel her clenching around my fingers. She likes the idea of being caught. I store that information for later. It doesn't take long before I know she's about to come. At this point, I might also come in my pants. "God, Sienna. You're such a good girl—tight and wet for me. Do you want to come?" She nods. "Then come." I swallow her screams with my mouth as her body starts to shake. By the time she comes back down, I've already removed my fingers and put them in my mouth. "That's so hot," she breathes, staring at me like she's never seen me before. "I always knew you would taste amazing." Before anything else can be said, the bell rings, signaling the start of classes. Sienna gasps. "Oh my God, I can't be late for the first day of classes!" She turns toward me. "How do I look?" "Like you've just been finger-fucked on a desk." She scowls at me, but a blush stains her cheeks. I walk toward her and pat her hair down. "You look perfect. Now go before you're late." "Aren't you coming with me?" "I need a minute before I go." She glances down at my bulge—then quickly looks away. "Oh. Oh. Um… well… good luck with that." And then she basically runs out of the room. I snort to myself and try to calm my dick down.